poetry

and find them wanting as pets,

they're lords at best,

and we're the sheep,

that bleat words to feed them,

so for once,

let's not,

Be prepared to bare everything to the algorithm to get ahead.

Sums and multiplications of zero are still zero.

we stumble through cacophony,

an orange tinted symphony,

preemptive obedience made flesh,

tells us,

there's an app for that.

Collect the coins and gilded cards

to soothe these empty minds and hearts,

and fly with eagles,

soar to fall.

And hit the tarmac with a smash,

spiralling with all that trash.

disdain distilled

for your pleasure,

so let me measure

contempt into cups

for you to consume

when you wake up

from dreams of humanity

and your life will rock.

I took the shot,

he dropped,

If nothing matters,

nothing matters.

So,

meta,

or,

Muddled man heads in a circle

Masticating microphones

Hormonal postures for the masses

Screaming beards and steel capped boot

Public service for your manhood

Only one thought at a time.

is think about thinking,

when I'd much rather do,

but any deed requires planning,

with clear intention,

and open eyes,

but it is no longer mine,

so let's see,

drags heavy on my thoughts

of running free

of feeling me

lift from tedious trudgery

to heady heights of misery

what could I be

if I could see

beyond this ring

that was and is and will always be

I have to make time,

And if I can make time,

where the river meets the glade,

I sit and sharpen my blade.

Pain pours forth in a stabbing motion,

to join the river and form an ocean.

Twilight falls from the willow tree,

arms reaching for the black in me,

and still I toil by the midnight sea.

For these tangled desires deep,

everything I long to keep,

exact a price in blood too steep.

And so I cut and slash and moan,

I´d know what to do,

but I only know what I know now,

fellow wanderer.

Between the drunken punches,

smell my hangover hair.

For whatever you see in me,

there´s a monkey in my garden,

all the things he touches harden,

foxy, foxy,

there´s a monkey in my garden,

he flings shrapnel at the warden,

better watch it,

there´s a monkey in my garden,

left hand scribbles,

drools and dribbles.

Come, you monekey,